Frequency

Lyrics

[Intro :Neako] It's definitely ghost mode Ess Ess Young Jab, yeah [Chorus: Neako] Rollin' wit' my g's, (Oh) steady gettin' paper But this weed is all we need (Oh) If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh) Money's not the issue, but it's somethin' that we need (Oh) If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) And um [Verse 1: Neako] Level up, it's Young Skeeter though How I pick a flow on a killer track and then kill a track You won't believe it though How I was livin' wasn't reasonable The money I saw wasn't feasible So I did what we agreed to do We meanin' us, us mean the crew Crew meanin' cult, that's how I do Fuck these nigga's, yeah I'm done bein' cool Can't expect y'all to love a nigga like me Feel the pressure in the things I do I think like them but it's only times 3 Giovanci's on, with this raunchy broad You nigga's can't come to the blocks we on Purchase cribs, custom cars This thing of ours they not involved LVL, that's my set YSL, that's my set, Zebra Gang, that's my set Say it loud, wit' ya chest Little do they know I'm the fuckin' best Couple levels, then I'm at they necks I'd done seen it all in this life of mine I put it all on the dotted line And we on, we good My mama outta the hood Think quick, don't slip, these nigga's would if they could My level's up and I'm ready LVL to the death When them flows run, they run heavy What do you expect? I'm [Chorus: Neako] Rollin' wit' my g's, (Oh) steady gettin' paper But this weed is all we need (Oh) If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh) Money's not the issue, but it's somethin' that we need (Oh) If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) [Verse 2: Young Jab] Boy it's writtens on my wrist, the sports car on my neck bruh Careful when you talk 'bout me, I might be your connect bruh I hop on the curb, stumblin' outta car Like I'm a rockstar Flippin' the bird, don't know if you heard But we are not y'all Sippin' slow but it ain't lean [?] in my canteen LV to hold my jeans, I'm Whitney like Bobby She hold bank, hold my weed All green Cherokee Shoppin' trips, hotel suites Fitted cap with the big beak Finna get that Range Rove' My game done changed hoes Make them front page hoes, and then watch y'all chase those Blowin' money fast, ain't no issues how we livin' Blowin' pounds of [?] and super slow is how we sippin' Getting money from these shows, and that money come and go To my family, to my bros, you still hatin'? I don't know why But it's cool, cause I peeped it YSL on my T-shirt LVLYSL, to the death of me It's no secret [Chorus: Neako] Rollin' wit' my g's, (Oh) steady gettin' paper But this weed is all we need (Oh) If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh) Money's not the issue, but it's somethin' that we need (Oh) If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) [Verse 3: Neako] I put in work for this fancy shit Late nights I was right there, just waitin' on some antsy shit My own mama couldn't tell me shit My own father couldn't sell me tips All I knew, I would soon be rich Suited up and I'm rollin' baby Broke as fuck and it drove me crazy Gone in the wind that night Alone, not a friend in sight Doing what I felt was right Controllin' my life Cause I was born poor when it comes to bread But filthy rich, cause in my head Was million dollar ideas nigga I built them over these years nigga Now I'm high, on the way to the bank Takin' a while cause I'm sippin' that drink The money right there and it goin' nowhere It ain't got no legs, fuck you think? And I won't stop till I get that big old Brinks truck My bitch bad as fuck, wearin' minks, yup Love how I switch up the flow like that Love how I move up through the beat like that Fall of track then come right back No way you matchin' my frequency Made men, they eat with me Model bitches they creep with me I'm [Outro: Neako] Rollin' wit' my g's, (Oh) steady gettin' paper But this weed is all we need (Oh) If you down to roll then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) Um and I got stacks all on in my jeans (Oh) Money's not the issue, but it's somethin' that we need (Oh) If you feel like me then let me know (know, know, know, know, know, know) Yeah, we sippin' slow (slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow)